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Happy Fourth of July, Petrea!Love the photo. How nice it would be if all graffiti artists used chalk rather than paint.Er … any chance you guys can come over here and help free us from the oppressive British Crown?

The time that Washington (nee Washman) as a youth, spent in Southern California, occasionally finding work in Hollywood spectaculars (twenty-third dead soldier from the right at end of Act I in Gone With The Wind); otherwise getting the odd job on orange orchards or bagging groceries at Vons.

I probably don't have to tell you the series of events that propelled him from the sidewalk to the Holiday Inn on Los Robles, and ultimately, the Langham. If you don't know the story, that's a tale for another day.

Washington: "It was you Johnny [Adams]. It was YOU. Remember that night in Philly you came down and said, "Kid, this ain't your night. We're going for the price on Hamilton." You remember that? "This ain't your night"! My night! I coulda taken Hasmilton apart! So what happens? He gets the Treasury and what do I get? A one-way ticket to Palooka-ville! You was my VP, Johnny, you shoulda looked out for me a little bit."

Adams: "Oh I had some bets down for you. You saw some money."

Washington: "You don't understand. I coulda had class. I coulda been a contender. I coulda been somebody, instead of a bum, which is what I am, let's face it. It was you, Johnny."

DANG! Kris, THAT was some seriously brilliant writing. I'm going to award you an Oscar, a round of applause, the contents of what's behind door #3, AND an invitation to my Junior/Senior Prom from a few years ago.